Page 25 of Two days, One Pucking Night

“I want to pretend ...”

“Go on, princess,” he encourages, moving to the other breast.

My skin is on fire, and I can’t get a coherent word out.

“Pretend?” He pulls the dress down until it pools at my feet.

I'm left in nothing but the skin I was born in. I wince when he kneads my cheeks. “That feels incredible.”

“Go on.”

The sensation of his mouth on my breast, and his hands on my ass, sets my skin on fire. “I want us to play. Pretend we are doing something bad.”

“I like bad.” He alternates between my breasts.

“I want us to pretend that Zayn is here and we are sneaking around doing this.”

Xavier stops and pulls back. My stomach sinks, and I immediately regret the words that came out of my mouth.

“Okay.”

His answer takes me a while to register.

Xavier gives me no time to retract or question him. His fingers spread my folds and press against my clit. “What else, princess?”

“I want to do it in public.” For a moment, I feel naked, vulnerable, exposing my deepest, darkest desires. Things I’ve fantasized about behind closed doors.

There is no judgment as he listens, just a flash of intrigue, lust, and excitement. “I can arrange something.” His fingers glide inside my pussy.

I moan at the intrusion.

“One more.”

“One more thing?” my words sound like a plea in my ears.

“Yes. You might not agree to this one,” I say.

He removes his fingers from my pussy, and I groan from the loss.

Xavier chuckles. “After everything else I’ve said yes to?” The ghost of a smile tugs the corner of his lips.

“I want to tie you up,” I confess, unable to keep the excitement and intrigue from my voice. Light BDSM has always been something that has fascinated me. The idea of having someone’s pleasure and needs, in your hands seems exhilarating.

“Now that I wasn’t expecting.” There is childlike innocence in the way his eyes expand.

“Out of all the things I’ve said, being tied up is the most surprising?”

“I’m usually the one doing the tying, not the other way around, princess.”

I recoil a little at that piece of information, forcing the thought of him with anyone else to the back of my mind. “You can tie me up if you want.”

His eyes sparkled with excitement. ”Oh, that was going to happen, regardless. How do you want to do this, the role-playing? Are we meeting for the first time?”

“We are meeting again after having a six-month affair. You’re over at my brother's house because of a family picnic.”

“Okay.”

“Get dressed, and meet me back here in fifteen minutes.” He helps me get back into my dress, then eases away from me so quickly it takes me a moment to realize it’s happening.

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